You Got Jacked!

Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown…

Previously...

"What happened? Where did he take you?"

"You don't need to worry about a thing…everything is going according to plan…"

…after what you did…

"Could you ever…love me?"

Chapter Fourteen: Dreams Turned to Nightmares

The body had been buried earlier, though it had taken some time. To Omi, Master Fung had been more than a master…he had been a friend, a teacher…a father.

"Oh…Master Fung…it's all my fault!" He cries, using his sleeve to smear his tears from his eyes.

"Omi…come on lil' partner, it'll be alright." Clay assures, patting Omi on the back. He picks up the monk and gives him a well needed hug. "It aint yer fault…"

"Yeah." They hear a voice from behind. Raimundo walks up to them, holding an injured side. It seemed that Jack had a personal vendetta against the Dragon of the Wind because more bots attacked him than Omi or Clay. He slants his eyes and lets out a frustrated scream. "This is all Jack Spicer's fault! He kidnapped Kimiko, he joined Chase…he killed Master Fung…"

They all close their eyes…the air filling with an awkward silence.

"Jack Spicer…never would have figured him to actually be able to kill anyone…especially not with his own hands…" Clay looks down at his own. "I know I couldn't do it myself…not to someone like old Mater Fung…"

Raimundo turns away from them both, a tear rolling down his cheek. Master Fung had trusted his abilities before the others, even when he had messed up countless times and even turned on them.

"Master Fung was a good man…he was an honorable Master. Jack is nothing more than a coward…Master Fung didn't deserve to die like dis." Raimundo clutches his hand into a fist. "And dats why…I'm going to personally make sure dat Jack pays…"

"Hold on there Raimundo…Jack did seem very distressed out there…almost like he was fight'n against something. Didn't ya see his face when he realized what he did to Master Fung?"

"Yeah…he was jumping for joy! Practically drooling as Chase congratulated him."

"No partner…when old Spicer saw what he did…"

Raimundo couldn't say a thing about that…Jack had practically gone mad right then and there.

Even Omi had to agree. "Yes…Jack Spicer looked most…unwell."

True there was nothing but regret plastered on that pale face of Jack's. He had looked as if he had been bitten by a snake the way his eyes grew wide and he jerked right into a tree in an attempt to flee. Then again…snakes themselves aren't harmed that much by venom.

"He still killed Master Fung…"

"Partner…that's why he put you in charge, Rai…in case something like this happened to come along. He wouldn't want you ta kill Jack, he'd want cha ta stop 'em. Besides…I really think ole Jack…"

"Shut up already! He killed our Master and you're defending him? You heard Chase too…affectionately gets along with Kimiko? What's dat mean? No telling what Jack's been doing since he's been with Chase. I bet he's done lots of terrible things. I tell you, if he laid one finger on her…"

"Don't go and make this personal, Rai. Being a good leader means keep'n a level head. Besides…I'm sure, if I know Jack…he's cry'n his little eyes out in distress…guys like him…they can't handle death."

Raimundo closes his eyes, deeply hoping Jack is suffering just as much as they are.

8(…8(…8(…

Jack breaths heavily…he yanks once more at his sheets in his sleep…nearly ripping them as he does so. He gasps as his breath is cut short between a particularly large sob; Jack had been crying in his sleep for an hour now.

Jack runs down a narrow hallway…no one or thing in sight as he frantically opens door after door after door for a way out. He had never liked being alone or in closed spaces. And now there were whispers in the air as the light seemed to become dimmer and dimmer with every blink of his tired eyes.

As he swings one open he is relieved to see a figure…only upon closer inspection it's Wuya, in her ghost form. Jack slams the door, not that it stops her from phasing through the solid object, and his chest. He squeals as he feels the cold chill shake his every nerve.

Her cackling is heardabove him as the air grows colder.

"My, my Jackie…have you grown? Never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it."

Jack covers his ears as he runs in an attempt to get away. He sees another door appear before him and frantically pulls on the knob. He jumps back as a strong force pushes from the other side. Jack is thrown off-balance as he teeters back to a wall. Looking up he is less than thrilled to see that he is face to face with Chase. Jack trembles as he stumbles to his feet…almost half-crawling away in a fetal attempt to flee.

"Spicer…stop this senseless sniveling of yours. You wanted to rule the world…you wanted power...you wanted that girl. Why is it you're so unhappy. You have everything you've ever wanted and so much more to come…you should be rejoicing."

Jack trips and falls flat on his face. Moaning, he uses the wall to pick himself up. He's sweating profusely and for some reason feels exhausted though he hadn't ran very far at all. Heavy breaths leave his partially open mouth that scarcely shows two rows of tinged teeth. Looking back at Chase and Wuya, Jack grabs another doorknob in an attempt to get free of their taunting.

"I never wanted this…I just-"

He's cut off as a strong, well-tanned hand forcefully grabs his throat. He feels the tips of his boots touch the floor as he feels the air thinning in his lungs.

Jack quivers as he stares into the dark green eyes of Raimundo.

"I didn't mean to…"

Jack's head jerks to the side, a single trail of tears trickling down one cheek. His makeup begins to run as he lightly coughs and closes his eyes to keep from screaming.

Raimundo throws Jack into the wall, roaring like a beast as he does so.

"Don't lie!"

Huddled on one side and his shoulder to the wall, Jack coughs, a small amount of blood spilling onto his hand as he does so. He looks at the red liquid…something he never liked to see. Jack squeals as he wipes it off on the wall.

"Those clammy hands of yours will never be clean." His voice is emotionless.

Raimundo sends a Typhoon Boom towards Jack, who barley dodges it. He breaths heavily as he leans against the wall for support. He can feel the marks on his neck burning.

"Stop! Please…I didn't…"

Chase grabs Jack from behind.

"Didn't what? You should be proud."

Jack shakes his head, closing his eyes and hoping it all just goes away.

"You're finally almost a man, Jackie."

Jack covers his ears.

"You look awfully distraught for a guy who just won favorite points for protecting your all-time hero…heh, and by killing an innocent old man who was just trying to protect the woman you love's best friends! I bet for villains dats like a major reputation bonus."

He hears the noises of the battle around him…his cackling laughter…the turning of gears, roaring of lions…that small sound of ripped flesh Jack hadn't herd the first time around. He screams…feeling the blood sloshing around his feet.

Jack lets loose a low whimpering noise as he begins to run. He doesn't get far. Jack keeps his eyes closed and his ears covered as he tumbles to the hard black floor.

For all his screaming, he could never drown out the voice of Chase Young echoing through his head.

"Go ahead, Spicer…run all you like. I will find you no matter where you run, no matter where you hide. Those monks will always find you. Accept your fate, it is what you wished for. This is everything you've always wanted…power, respect, money, women…you can have anything."

"I didn't want to kill anybody! I didn't want to do th…why did you…" Jack rests his forhead against the floor, tears flowing down his face freely…along with his makeup. "…what happened…I-I I'm so confused…" Jack whispers.

"You simply did what your master told you to do."

"Your not my master…" Jack's voice is getting weaker.

"Kill. Fight. Destroy! That is what evil does, and that is what you will do. Just like yesterday, just like everyday for the rest of your life."

"No!" Jack sobs, his voice being muffled by his hands. "I'll…run away…go back home…"

"Heh hehehe…you can never go back to all that…being what you were…never. I control you…so why don't you just make it easy for yourself and let the darkness take control of you more often…it worked just fine for you this time."

"I don't want to…"

"But Jack…"

He feels the gently action of Chase setting his hand down softly on his head and ruffling his hair.

"You know who's next…"

Jack's sobbing ceases.

"You know what that means…"

Slowly his body begins to shift it's weight.

"And you know what you want…"

Jack's head begins to lift.

"And you know what he wants to take away from you…"

Jack's head looks up as Chase and everything around him vanishes.

When he opens his eyes again Jack only sees a ceiling. He is lying in a bed…damp from the sweat that even still pours down his face. He stifles his tears…barley knowing why he's crying. He just can't help but feel ashamed, he had rather been looked down on by Chase as he had so many times before…than murder old Master Fung this one time.

He recalls how he had reacted…he laughed, proud of himself, that he had protected Chase. Then, his laughter had stopped all together when he had viewed the thick red liquid dripping from his hands.

(Chapter Talk): Jack's had a bad dream. now it won't be easy for a guy like Jack (as hannibal once said he's one generation away from evil) to become pure evil. Saying that...where do you guys think he'll end up after all this?